Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.